Page 2 of Sinner's Vow

There’s no mistaking it, that’s me. And that’s my Instagram account. It’s a video of me, taken selfie-style. And sitting beside me is that redheaded woman currently lying in my bed.

Something snags in my chest at the sight of her. Something in my stomach flutters at the smile on her face.

“You ready?” I ask in the video. There’s a soft look in my eyes, and I look…happy. When was the last time that I actually felt happy?

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she says, and I hear her voice for the first time. It’s soft and cheerful, light and easy.

But then I start singing Promises To You. And when I get to the first chorus, she starts singing with me.

Goosebumps instantly flash over my arms. Something rings in the back of my brain, and I can’t look away from that little screen.

She has the voice of the angel. Paired with my rough grit, the combination is chilling. Two complete opposites, but the duet is… I’ve only heard twenty seconds and already I want to hear more, and it’s my own song, one I wrote just after high school.

“You two sang the entire thing together,” Gina says as she reaches up and fast forwards through the majority of it. “And then…”

Together, she and I finish out the last line. And as the notes fade away, I smile at that woman like she’s the best thing there’s ever been in my world. And her own smile is the fucking sweetest thing I’ve ever looked at. She bats her eyelashes shyly, and the curl on her lips makes the bottom of my stomach quake.

And then I lean forward, cupping her jaw, and I kiss her.

I shake my head. I’ve never, ever kissed anyone like that.

When I lean back from her, I smile once again and then I look back at the camera. “This woman is the most incredible person I’ve ever met,” I say. The look in my eyes is so genuine. I haven’t felt that sure about anything in over a year now. “I want you all to meet my wife, Kennedy Hudson.”

In the video, I look back at her, and my eyes soften again. “Forgive me,” I say softer as I reach up and tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Kennedy Alexander.”

The video ends and loops back to the beginning, but Tori shuts it off, looking at me with wide eyes.

Wife.

Wife?

I look down at my left hand again, to the ring on my finger.

Something tugs at the back of my brain, but it’s so far back in the tanged darkness, I can’t pull it to the surface.

“The video already has over fifteen million views,” Gina says in a dark hiss. “Social media is going nuts. It’s already on all the gossip sites. I’m getting calls every ten minutes, asking for an interview with you and your new bride.”

“Sales of Promises To You are skyrocketing and fans are demanding an official track of it with the two of you,” Tori says. I see it in her eyes. She doesn’t know whether to be elated about this or pissed. “It’s already number one on the carts this morning, and it’s only nine in the morning.”

“I know we’re in Las Vegas, but are you kidding me, Noah?” Tyler asks, his tone disbelieving.

It just keeps getting worse.

We were supposed to be in Australia now. But at the last second, this show was added to the tour and we flew out here.

I do remember there being a show. It was earlier, earlier than we normally ever perform, and we were done by five.

But what the hell happened after that?

“First Owen, now you,” Gina seethes. “I told you two to stay single. You were—”

“Looks like you were wrong about them being single helping sales,” Tyler cuts her off with a snarl. “Sales are better than they’ve ever been, and now it looks like every member of Sinner’s Run is off the market.”

Gina glares at my brother like she’s like to slap him, but she simply purses her lips together. My hands curl into fists and I fight the rising nausea in my stomach.

“Noah?” a tired and slightly hoarse voice calls from behind. Anxiety spikes in my blood, making my entire body feel cold.

Soft footsteps pad across the room and something I can’t explain rushes through me when she steps into view.

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